Careercow Chuck Wendig / Charles Wendig / TerribleMinds - Terrible author, terrible person, ruined Internet Archive's online library

It's fucking sad really, I mean I'm more of a Trekkie myself but it's still mind boggling exceptional that Disney can easily throw away 30 years of dedicated hard work to make way for purple hair. Just thinking about the EU makes me want to reinstall Dark Forces I and II.

To be fair, Disney had to toss the expanded universe to make room. But what they replaced it with has been ten times worse. I liked Solo and Rogue One but the numbered films are terrible.

Also hell yeah Dark Forces!
 
No one would give a pass to an author of historical fiction who did absolutely no research into the time period they're writing about, and consequently filled the story with obvious, unintentional anachronisms. I don't know why these "canon is restrictive" exceptional individuals think they can get away with it just because the setting in which they are writing is fictional. Nothing is more tiresome to me than reading a smug asshole reply with "hurr who cares about realism in a story with laser sword-wielding space wizards?"
Ignoring history in historical fiction would give you something kind of like this panel right here. Canon may be restrictive, but if you don't like it you should quit the franchise that has a canon and write your own thing.
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Cuck Wendig is a haggard, fat, balding, 42-year-old soyboy and I would not have sex with him.
Holy shit, he's only 42? Those are some bad genetics.

I met someone IRL who kept comparing Trump to Palpatine.


He was a tard who literally screamed everything.
I thought Dick Cheney was Palpy. Or do these guys have so few examples in their limited pop culture spheres to fit "Hurr durr main badguy" to everyone they disagree with?

I mean they got Palpatine, Vader, Voldemort, and um...Marvel badguy?
 
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Actually he's been doing these "reviews" long before he got fired. I assume it's a midlife crisis or he's just fucking weird:
Unemployment is an empty void for Chuck so he now fills his time tweet-reviewing... apples.
https://mobile.twitter.com/ChuckWendig/status/1053053394628288518
Are apples meant to be symbolic of something or is this proof that he's just unhinged?
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I knew setting up a pipeline to rip Kindle books for Russel Greer would pay off again. I've done Aftermath since it's the highest profile, but others are possible.

Here's the epub, if you just want to own a piece of history: https://mega.nz/#!nLhwiI7a!crDE4AGPz6IpBdN5vhh96PrJ_0T9RllBkLM6QXe7Yd4

Here's a Calibre .docx uploaded to Google Docs(427 pages). It's set to commenting, but feel free to ask for edit access: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1KLvj-krR9LQP7ix9by00KhNvYmSCOwhUFf5nmqtObTM/edit?usp=sharing

We've spent enough time bitching about his writing style, let's be better than that.

Just in case you thought I was giving The Mouse any money:
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I just love watching these fuckers get all the information that would allow them to form "Hey, maybe twitter rage mobs deciding someone needs to be fired is a bad idea", but you know all these people are only against it because its someone from their team, and are 100% on board with the Dongle guys getting the ax, and the Firefox co-creator getting kicked off the board for donating to the anti-gay marriage bill with his own money.
 
It's his wife's son. Yes, really. The memes spoke the truth.
If only Wikipedia hadn't reverted such wonderful edits.
https://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Chuck_Wendig&diff=853622436&oldid=846658506#Personal_life
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The part about the sandwich cult is true though.

Also Chuck wrote a letter to his unborn son back in 2011 if anyone's interested in reading that.
http://terribleminds.com/ramble/2011/05/09/a-letter-to-my-womb-ensconced-son/
I’d like immediately to express my sincerest apologies because, as it turns out, I am clueless as to how to be a father. I don’t just mean how to be a good father, but rather, how to be a father at all.

I am terribly clumsy. It’s a good bet that I will drop you. So, wear a helmet.
At least he's honest.
These are my aspirations for you.


First, that you are not eaten by squirrels. I figure that, as a father, my first task is to keep small woodland creatures from trying to eat you. They will constantly be trying to eat you. I am the thin bearded line between life and death by squirrel-nibblings.


Second, that you grow up and become a functional human being who can exist amongst others without pooping up the metaphorical hot tub that is our society.


Third, that you are not a drug addict. Or a Republican.


I’m just kidding. You can be a drug addict and we’ll still love you.
So does that mean he would disown his son for his politics?
Fourth, that you love books. And also, that you love stories in general.


Fifth, that you become a famous anthropologist, just because it’d be really cool for me to tell other parents, “That’s my son, the famous anthropologist.” To be clear, I might tell them this anyway. So, you don’t actually have to become a famous anthropologist. In fact, we might just make that your first name. “Ladies and Gentlemen, Famous Anthropologist Wendig.” Nickname: Famanthro.


Sixth, that you’re not a jerk. The world is home to too many jerks.


Seventh, that regardless of all of the above, you’re a healthy and happy little human. Or, if you don’t end up being human, that you’re a happy and healthy robot, Sasquatch, demigod, or dryad.


Oh, and eighth, that you don’t end up being a writer. Because those guys are fucking crazy.
Your dad is living proof of that junior.
 
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